Revenge (Out For Blood Book 1)

by CY Jones

  “I, Remy Daniels, accept this favor, I will come willingly with haste and remain until it is complete or death releases me.”

  “My blood, your blood, our blood,” DelaCorte says, and as the last word leaves his mouth, a rush of power assaults us, binding me to him. A warm sensation burns my wrist, and when I look down, a marking of a lightning bolt encircles my wrist.

  “Fuck, you’re powerful,” I hiss, glancing between him and my wrist.

  I can still feel his blood running through my veins, making me feel like I just drank three Red Bulls and stuck my fingers in the electric socket at the same time. If I had any doubts that he was a descendant of a lightning God they were gone now.

  “You are, too. No wonder why fate chose to give you five mates,” DelaCorte says, chuckling to himself.

  “Excuse me?” I exclaim, whipping my head in his direction.

  Raising his brow, he takes in my shocked expression. “You didn’t know? Your blood tells me you’ve already found four, including him,” DelaCorte says, tilting his head towards Hunter.

  “The grouchy wolf aside, I’m only aware of three,” I admit, frowning.

  Smiling, DelaCorte looks at me knowingly. “You have five mates. Each one powerful in their own right. Blood doesn’t lie. You will become a very powerful wolf indeed,” he murmurs to himself. “Your brother is at this address,” he says, jotting it down on a post it note and handing it over to me with a set of keys. “All my properties have a strong glamour over them. Unless invited, no one can find them. Even if someone were to follow you, they would get confused and thrown off the trail.”

  “Wow, that’s some glamour,” I mutter,, frowning down at the keys. That must be the reason why Silas couldn’t find Rowen.

  When DelaCorte steps from around his desk, I quickly stand up.

  DelaCorte walks over to stand in front of me and places his hands on my shoulders. “I know this all comes as a shock to you, Ms. Daniels, but I believe you were meant for greater things, something more than just an assassin. You’re destined to become a hero to our people, not the villain. Don’t die before then,” he says before kissing me lightly on my cheek.

  “Oh, and the house is yours. Consider it a mating gift,” he says, casually dismissing us before I can argue.

  As we walk out of his office, I’m still in shock. I have five mates, not three. The world needs me. I’m meant to be more than a murderer, and Lucas DelaCorte just gave me a house like he’s Oprah.

  These things run through my head on a loop, and I barely hear Cody when he asks, “So how did it go?”

  “Let's talk in the car,” Hunter answers for me when he sees I’m too distracted to reply. He then takes my hand and leads me over to the elevators.

  As soon as we all pile in the car, Silas wastes no time before beginning to question us, his worry over my dazed and withdrawn behavior obvious. “What happened? Did he know where to find your brother?”

  Instead of giving him the post it note still held in my hand, I mumble, “I have five soulmates.”

  Cody and Silas both shout “What?” at the same time, while Hunter stares out the window, since this bit of info isn’t new to him.

  “DelaCorte told me I have five mates, and that I’ve already found four of them,” I answer, still shocked by the news myself.

  “Well damn,” Cody mutters under his breath.

  “I thought getting along with the damn wolf was going to be too much,” Silas adds, looking over at me and frowning.

  “Do you know who the fourth is?” Cody asks, gazing at me with a look of concern and worry.

  This question does grab Hunter’s attention, and he turns towards me, raising his brow, managing to look expectant and sexy at the same time.

  “Honestly, I don’t know. Before you guys, I’ve only ever been in love once, and he’s never said anything. Hell, I didn’t even know he was supernatural until recently.”.

  I have so many questions, and too many unknown variables. I don’t like working like this, with so much uncertainty.

  “Who?” Silas asks, taking my hand in his to comfort me. I appreciate the gesture, and I’m so much in shock over this mate business that it takes a minute for me to register that I can actually feel his touch.

  “Maddie,” I whisper softly, but thanks to their supernatural hearing, they still hear me.

  “Hatter you mean,” Hunter growls.

  The hate is evident in his voice. He doesn’t even know Maddie, and yet he’s already jealous. How am I supposed to believe this whole five mates thing will work out well for us if this is the response I’m already getting?

  “I mean, it is possible,” Cody concedes. “I witnessed how you two interacted when I dream-walked, and I know you two are really close.”.

  “Yeah, but why not say anything? Why don’t I have his marking?” I wonder aloud. It seems like everytime one question is answered, ten more pop up in its place.

  “Must be because you two haven’t exchanged blood yet,” Silas suggests.

  “The bites,” I say, putting two and two together.

  At first I thought my mates were just kinky shites, but now I see there’s a reason behind all the biting.

  Suddenly, like a heavy fog has been lifted, a memory brings itself to the forefront of my mind. Looking over at Hunter, I growl, fury and hurt battling as I start to piece shite together.

  “What?” he asks with narrowed eyes, but I can tell he already knows what I’m thinking.

  “You bit me,” I accuse, not bothering to pussyfoot around the issue.“When you were in your wolf form when we first met. You bit me and swallowed my blood.”

  “So?” he replies, avoiding my gaze.

  “So, why isn’t our bond complete?” I can’t deny that I feel a pull to Hunter, but I don’t feel the same completeness to our bond like I do with Cody and Silas.

  He remains quiet for so long, I don’t think he’s going to answer. He’s been so set on playing the arsehole, but he looks defeated as he murmurs, “It is on my part.”

  Sighing, he pulls his shirt over his head and turns around. A huge marking of two wolves howling at the moon decorates his back, so detailed it almost looks like a mural. One wolf a reddish brown with emerald green eyes, and the other pitch black with turquoise blue eyes. It’s beautiful and utterly heartbreaking at the same time. I can’t deny it any longer. Hunter is my mate, and suddenly I’m furious, I’m Shaking.

  “You’ve always known,” I growl, to which he whispers “Yes.”

  No one says anything after that. What more is their to say? Hunter knew I was his mate for years, and he’s been ignoring that fact for just as long. He’s bound to me, and he hates it. Hates me. I wish I could pretend that I don’t care, but it hurts more than every evil thing he has ever said about me.

  Head down, I turn away from Hunter. His beauty hurts too much to look at. Giving up on conversation altogether, I don’t say anything else. I give Silas the post it note and turn my attention towards the window, ignoring them all. I vaguely hear Hunter explain to the other two what went down in DelaCorte’s office and about the glamours on his home as we pull out the parking garage and into the heavy traffic. I don’t bother to watch the drive, nor am I excited about seeing my brother again after being apart for over a week. I don’t even think twice about leading Silas straight to my brother, despite knowing he’s one of O’Donnells hired guns. Right now, I’m numb to anything and everything. Closing my eyes, I tune everyone out and fall into a restless sleep.

  Twenty

  When will these guys learn to never wake an assassin?

  Remy

  I feel like I’ve barely closed my eyes when someone shakes me awake again. Quick as lightning, my hand shoots out around the person’s throat, and I squeeze tight.

  “We’re here,” Silas gasps, holding my gaze. For someone who’s about to be choked to death, he remains mighty calm.

  When will these guys learn to never wake an assassin? Shite like this is the exact r
eason why Hunter doesn’t want to be bonded to someone like me. I wish I could be a better person for him, but it’s hard to change something so ingrained in me, something I never knew was wrong. Ashamed, I look away from Silas as I remove my hand from his throat.

  To keep from glancing back at him, I take in the house I now apparently own. Villa would be a more adapt description for this monstrosity. It’s definitely grand. The sturdy, gleaming white cement structure stands three stories high with a rooftop patio in a vintage Mexican style. It’s private, sitting by itself on the white sandy beach without a single soul around. I’m guessing this is a private beach owned by DelaCorte, well, now me. Stepping out the car, I grab my bag from Cody and stroll confidently to the front door, unlocking it and walking inside.

  The change in temperature immediately hits me, the cold air cooling my heated body. Walking through the parlor, I barely pay the expensive decor and furnishings any attention, too focused on following the deep rooted, tingling sensation in my chest. I stomp through the house to one of the living areas where my brother stands by himself in the middle of the room waiting on me. His face is blank, void of any emotion. His keeps his posture non-threatening, but his arms are crossed in a don’t fuck with me manner, making his massive muscles bulge. He quirks his brow, his meaning as clear as if he spoke the words aloud. Your move.

  Twin turquoise blue eyes that mirror my own take me in, and for whatever reason, that’s the catalyst that finally pushes me over the edge. He’s acting like he didn’t just send me on some wild goose chase after lying to me for the past two years. Without thinking twice about it, I close the distance between us and punch him right in his smug face with enough power behind it to drop him to the floor, knocking him out.

  “Damn,” I hear someone whisper behind me.

  Stepping over my twin’s unconscious body, I walk back through the door I came in, passing the guys as I start my search for a place of solace. I need some time to myself.

  Silas

  Not exactly the heartwarming homecoming I expected, but then again, Remy isn’t the warm and fuzzy type. Like how she reacted by wrapping her small hand around my throat when I startled her in the car. I wanted to fuck her right then and there. She’s the perfect match to my dark side. My other half of the coin. I don’t want soft. She is dark, strong in every way that matters, bent, and slightly cracked, but never broken. She is imperfect perfection. I want every depraved thing she can offer me. Unlike the wolf, I don’t give two fucks about Remy’s past. She killed to live, and that’s all that matters. She’s a survivor. All her scars make her even more unique. Someone needs to knock Hunter right off his high horse, and I’m sure Remy is just the woman to do it. No one in this business is a saint. Not even that idiot.

  “Are you sure you want to continue with this little tantrum you’re on?” I ask, not able to keep myself from taunting the wolf.

  Just like I anticipated, Hunter narrows his eyes at me and snarls, his temper makes him all too easy to antagonise. “You’re one to talk. We don’t even know if you can be trusted.”

  He has a valid point. I did and still do work for the enemy, but since finding Remy I know I would never do anything to betray her. I would always protect her with everything I have, even if it costs me my life, and going up against a man like Patrick O’Donnell, it probably will.

  “I can in fact. More than you from what I’ve seen and heard just in my short time with you. Remy doesn’t have to sleep with one eye open when it comes to me. Tell me, wolf, where do your loyalties lie? At least I’ve been open and honest with everything. Can you say the same?” I ask smugly.

  The wanker doesn’t frighten me, not one damn bit. I may be a mage, considered practically human in our world, but I'm no pussy or pushover either. I can more than handle my own, and I won’t hesitate to light his furry ass on fire.

  Hunter opens his mouth to reply when groaning has us all turning towards the floor. Remy’s brother sits up, rubbing the side of his face where a nasty looking bruise is starting to form.

  “I would like to hear the answer to that question myself,” Phantom growls, turning his cold eyes on Hunter.

  It must suck to be Hunter right now. I would not want to be subject to that big bastard’s ire. I’ve seen Phantom in action, and it’s not pretty.

  “You need help, mate?” Cody asks, walking over to the psycho like he’s not planning to kill his best mate.

  Shaking off Cody’s offered hand, Phantom stands up on his own. With narrowed eyes he closes the distance between him and Hunter and stands right in front of the self righteous prick. He gives him a glare full of pain and promise. “So what is it, mate? Are you going to be a problem?” Phantom questions, bearing down on and crowding the wolf.

  “No,” Hunter bites out through clenched teeth. Like any wolf, he doesn’t like to be cornered. I can't say that I blame him, even if I do find the whole thing amusing.

  Phantom stares him down a few extra seconds before he finally relents and nods. “Good. I would hate to have to kill one of my sister’s mates, or two of them for that matter,” he says, turning in my direction.

  I don’t back down and hold his gaze. Whatever kick he’s on, I won’t be made into a pussy. He, of all people, should understand I have my reasons why I work for Patrick O’Donnell. After a while he gives me a nod of approval.

  “Silas, good to see you, mate,” Phantom says.

  I narrow my eyes on the big bastard, now it’s my turn to be pissed at him. “So, you knew?” I ask.

  “Yes,” the wanker answers.

  “How?” I spit out, grinding my teeth. It seems like everyone here has a card or two they’ve kept to themselves. There’s just too much shite I don’t know.

  Sighing, Phantom walks over to the white sectional couch and takes a seat, waving his hand for us to join him. When we all take a seat, he starts, “I knew she was your mate because I foresaw it.”

  I must have heard him wrong, because that was utterly impossible. He’s a wolf, and unless he has some powerful mates hanging around somewhere, he has to be lying. “Hold up,” I shout holding up my hand interrupting him. “What do you mean you foresaw it? Until recently, you didn’t even know you were a supernatural,” I argue, trying to piece together what little information I do know in my head.

  “I’ve known since I was ten years old that O’Donnell wasn’t our father,” Phantoms says, shutting us all up in stunned silence. “Our mother, had prophet blood on her side of the family. A couple of days after I turned ten, I had a vision of O’Donnell killing a woman with two dark haired babies strapped to her chest. I instinctively knew she was our mother, and that O’Donnell had been lying to us our entire lives.”

  “And you never thought to tell your sister?” Hunter asks, growling. For once I was in agreement with the wolf. Nine years is a long as time to keep a secret from someone you love.

  “No,” Phantom answers, shaking his head.

  “Why not?” I counter, not understanding what he could have been thinking.

  “As much as I wanted to tell her, I knew it was safer to keep my mouth shut. If I told Remy, she would have wanted to run away. She’s always been the act first, think about the consequences later type of person. We were ten. I already understood what kind of sick fuck O’Donnell was. Even then I knew that he would kill us if we tried to run away, so I kept my mouth shut. I trained, and I soaked up everything I could about coding and the dark web. While Remy trained to be the physical weapon, I became a mental one.”

  “That still doesn't explain how you knew that I was her mate, or why the fuck you’ve never said anything?” I say, still simmering over all the information he’s withheld.

  Information is a powerful weapon in our world, and Phantom has hoarded a shit ton of it.

  “I’m getting to that, mage,” he spits out. “Shut your cranky mouth and listen for once.”

  His English accent seems to thicken as his annoyance increases each time we interrupt. Sitting back, I shut m
y trap, waving my hand for him to continue.

  Glaring in my direction, he continues. “Once we were old enough to go on missions O’Donnell started to trust us more. I started noticing that after each mission, O’Donnell would have Hatter give us tea, and afterwards Remy would forget certain details of the mission. After a pattern of the same thing happening, I knew the tea was the cause of it, and O’Donnell didn’t want us to know that supernaturals existed. The tea never worked on me, though I would act like it did. Playing along, I didn’t mention or ask about the crazy shite I saw on the missions we went on.

  “Instead I researched on my own, trolling the dark web, but I was always limited in what I could do. Too many eyes everywhere. Once O’Donnell had complete trust in us, thinking he’d molded us into the mindless weapons he wanted, I made a deal with him to find our mother’s murders, so that I could keep track of all the information I needed, without anyone growing suspicious. After that, O'Donnell ordered Hatter to stop giving me the tea, never knowing it didn’t work on me in the first place.”

  “Even though the tea had no effect on my memory. It affected me in other ways though, dulling my senses and my own supernatural abilities. After the tea was out my system, my visions came back in full force. I saw myself turn into a dark grey wolf with black markings and kill one of the members of The Circus.”

  “Shite,” Cody says.

  “One night while on a mission, I had another vision. This one was of Remy standing in a circle of five men. Each and every one of them looked at her like she was the air they needed to breathe. There was no mistaking the love you all had for her,” he explains, looking right at me and then Hunter.

  This is a lot to take in. I was prepared to take Remy on, but fuck, I have my own family to think about. Crossing O’Donnell is dangerous and downright suicidal. As of right now, O’Donnell has no clue about my involvement with Remy, but how long will that last? The powerful bastard has eyes everywhere.